Through a Childs eyes
Everyone is tall.
The world is filled with Magic,
the possibilities too numerous to count.
When dropping an ice cream was tragic,
and light up shoes made us cool.
Climing trees, we built forts out of blankets,
and told stories beneath the stars.
Before makeup covered our identities,
before hair gel shielded our untamed hair
We were ourselves always,
when laughter was genuine, and a smile made a friend.
When fights were cured with a simple "I'm sorry,"
and when hugs healed every pain.
This was when the tears in our clothes were not store bought.
A time when originality reigned.
Wishing to see above the counters.
Placing teeth under the softeness of a pillow
and waking to find it magically replaced by a dollar.
Happy meals were our food of choice,
when we hated to comb our hair,
and having a parent comb it was the worst pain ever felt.
This was before dirty jokes made sense.
When cuss words were shocking,
and crying was ok.
This was when innocence reigned.
When looks didn't matter,
and when we could just be.
When life was simple.